In the kitchen
And the warm sun Of summer
Through a clear sky
As I count
My casts
My snags
My fish
My Days
Day 1, Day 2 Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed
His clothes are scattered across the floor
His dresser is covered and filled with everything but clothes His ties all hang from the handle of the door His t.v. and stereo are dustier than a coal mine
His blankets and pillows lie on the floor
And his sheets are untucked from the bed
His keys are buried somewhere in the wreakage His coat is hanging over the t.v.
and its summer so its unknown they its out
His dog moose has made a bed from clothes scattered about
His carpet has not been found for months His mother nags him to clean it
and my answer is always the same
"I will tomorrow mom I have a game to play." A deer came down the trail
I did not make a sound
He started munching on the grass
With his head to the ground
And the he found the seed
Beneath my camo stand And then he startled suddenly
To the noise of my hand The sun comes On spread pheasants' wings
It sits hard
And waits to jump In the tall grass
Then flies across the sky
I wake up at the first sign of the light I dress up in camo hunting gear I check my boots to make sure they are tight I grab my gun and hope to shoot a deer I drove to pick up my friend at his place Together we drove down to kum and go From there we were able to start our chase We did not have a tag to shoot a doe We hoped to have the chance to shoot a buck We walked through the thick timber to find him We trampled through the cornfields full of muck We thought we spotted him through a tree limb I aimed my gun and shot him through the heart I knew we’d get him from the very start
What I want Is
What I want is
Enough time
To do what I want
What I want
To fish for a day
And into the night
And then the next day
With friends
By my side
And my pole slicing through the air
Like a knife
Slicing through a tomato
In the kitchen
And the warm sun
Of summer
Through a clear sky
As I count
My casts
My snags
My fish
My Days
Day 1, Day 2
Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed
His clothes are scattered across the floor
His dresser is covered and filled with everything but clothes
His ties all hang from the handle of the door
His t.v. and stereo are dustier than a coal mine
His blankets and pillows lie on the floor
And his sheets are untucked from the bed
His keys are buried somewhere in the wreakage
His coat is hanging over the t.v.
and its summer so its unknown they its out
His dog moose has made a bed from clothes scattered about
His carpet has not been found for months
His mother nags him to clean it
and my answer is always the same
"I will tomorrow mom I have a game to play."
A deer came down the trail
I did not make a sound
He started munching on the grass
With his head to the ground
And the he found the seed
Beneath my camo stand
And then he startled suddenly
To the noise of my hand
The sun comes
On spread pheasants' wings
It sits hard
And waits to jump
In the tall grass
Then flies across the sky
I wake up at the first sign of the light
I dress up in camo hunting gear
I check my boots to make sure they are tight
I grab my gun and hope to shoot a deer
I drove to pick up my friend at his place
Together we drove down to kum and go
From there we were able to start our chase
We did not have a tag to shoot a doe
We hoped to have the chance to shoot a buck
We walked through the thick timber to find him
We trampled through the cornfields full of muck
We thought we spotted him through a tree limb
I aimed my gun and shot him through the heart
I knew we’d get him from the very start